A Piece of the Action.

No one goes home empty handed.

SOLICITANDO CHICAS says the sign. There's one on this block and the next and the next. This thing is predatory—on an industrial scale. Maybe it's bigger than that.

The chicas spit it all out. What they really think about men. How they see themselves. What it takes to do what they do. What matters and what doesn't and why.

Trato de Novios is made up, but it doesn't lie. The story goes home with you, and crawls into your bed. ¡Pásele, caballero! ¡Pásele! Aquí están las chicas. The faces change. The block is the same. Mañana es otro pedo. You won't forget.

Call it a confession for a crime in progress. Neon. Cash. Sex is what you do to get what you want. Nothing else comes close. Until now. No warning. No speech. No reason why. Bite the hand that feeds you. Blow its fucking brains out.

No one goes home empty handed.

The chicas walk out with the rent and a good reason to come back tomorrow.

The tipos walk out with a smirk that lasts for a few blocks at least.

There's only one question that has to be asked. What does it take to monetize human nature? What does it take to get a piece of the action?

Like the chicas say, "Some of those orgasms are real."

What do you want to believe is true?

Bystanders pretend not to notice.

Perpetrators look for the next opportunity.

By the end of the evening, one thing is clear. She's there for her reasons. You're there for yours.

Want some advice? Step outside before the bullets fly. Better yet, take her for coffee. It's almost dawn. She'd like that. You never know. Both of you might get lucky.

BACK.

It hurts. It costs. La máquina no da cambio. MORE.